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        Return to Push | 
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        EXPAND | 
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        She’s picking up velocity  | 
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        Anti-gravitational atrocity  | 
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        The girl is spun out and floating  | 
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        You're full up and gloating  | 
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        She's in the constellations now,  | 
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        Over the moon like a black hole vibe cow  | 
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        Velocity achieved over land  | 
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        In eerie galactic wind she'll expand  | 
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        Soaring and spinning in the black  | 
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        While you're sneaking out the back  | 
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        She’s already got her invitation   | 
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        to your coldest outer most vibration  | 
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        Lost her silver cord in a turbulent astral flight  | 
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        Lost her faithful code in dream last night  | 
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        She drowned solo in preoccupation of not being alone  | 
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        Eating feasts of despair from sorrow she'd sown.  | 
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        Hopeful of the day she will inwardly expand  | 
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        Beyond blanket analogies and reprimand  | 
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        Optimism fuels up the velocity girl,  | 
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        A powerful direction-less social whirl  | 
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        Bestows un-returnable gifts of wit  | 
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        With  both ends of her candle lit  | 
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        She’s victorious alone in her own inner space  | 
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        A mansion of expansion in a final frontier of grace  | 
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